Mr Husband Work Hard

Moksh - VIP guest

"How did you handle this matter?" Siya Rastogi asked. She had received a huge blow and all she could do now was walk in with her tail between her legs; she wanted so bad to find a hole to hide in.

Vikrant looked at Pratiksha, his eyes contained a complex look, "She must have already known we tore up her invitation, so no matter how well we prepared, her true intentions were well hidden while she watched our every move."

"As if she's that smart," Siya Rastogi continued to blame everything on Vikrant's bad management. "Just wait and see. Since we haven't been able to stop her today, it's going to be even harder to stop her in the future."

Payal glanced at the siblings beside her, especially Siya Rastogi who claimed to be special. Her eyes flashed a moment of ridicule; Pratiksha wasn't too smart, everyone just underestimated her and let their guard down - including herself...

But, no matter how hard Pratiksha tried to climb up, it didn't matter. Since Payal managed to secure a Top Ten Model Award, she was confident she would be able to beat Pratiksha.

The trio caused such a commotion before entering the venue that word of them failing to suppress Pratiksha quickly spread to the ears of everyone present. Vikrant looked at the ridiculing gazes of the guests as he tried hard to hold back his anger. They soon found their seats.

According to their status in the industry, they were seated towards the back; temporarily hidden from sight, giving them a bit of relief. However, what they didn't expect was that Pratiksha would be seated two rows from the front.

On her left sat TQ's editor and on her right sat one of the judges of the Top Ten Model Awards. This judge just so happened to be the man that slept with Payal.

Why is Pratiksha always so lucky?

Although Pratiksha wasn't familiar with the man, Payal still felt uneasy - because she felt guilty.

"Payal, what's wrong? Your palms are sweaty."

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just a bit nervous," Payal brushed Vikrant off with a smile.

The Bright Night Gala was like the opening ceremony for the annual awards ceremonies, so many celebrities were gathered. As many people in the entertainment industry loved fashion, there were a large number of attendees.

Pratiksha was concentrated on the stage as the hosts gave their opening speeches. However, the judge sitting to her right was mesmerized by her legs; Mr Laksh was well known for being sleazy, hence why Payal managed to get her way with him.

Worst of all, not only did he merely look at Pratiksha's legs, he even turned to her and said, "Miss Mehra, you are so beautiful. I saw a recent article about you and found that you are extremely professional; I have high hopes for you."

After hearing him speak, Pratiksha could sense he was hinting something else to her. She decided to respond politely, "Thank you for your praise."

Upon seeing the judge inching closer and closer to Pratiksha, TQ's editor patted her on the shoulder and requested, "Take my seat, I have something I want to ask Mr Laksh."

Pratiksha understood that Mr Mahajan was trying to help her out of this sticky situation and quickly gave him a grateful smile before swapping seats with him.

To Mr Mahajan, Pratiksha was an extremely professional model with a promising future, so he didn't want any negative news to arise about her.

Seeing Pratiksha unwilling to play along, the judge glared at her; they were obviously from the same company, but why was Payal so easy to bed, yet Pratiksha was so stuck-up? Wasn't she just a fallen outdated model that recently got back on her feet?

Pratiksha continued to concentrate on the stage as she pretended to be unaware of what was happening. But deep down she knew, today she may have offended this judge...

Payal watched from the back and focused on their movements; she noticed the old sleazebag had his eyes set on Pratiksha. If Pratiksha decided to follow the same path as her, then...wouldn't that mean she would have to be stepped all over by Pratiksha again?

After all, who wouldn't choose a shortcut to success?

Why did Pratiksha have to fight with her over everything?

On the stage, the hosts were throwing out punchlines one after another making the audience roar in laughter. After the head of the organizing committee gave his speech, it signaled the launch ceremony had officially started and the special guest would be about to appear...

Moksh...

Moksh...

Pratiksha chanted her husband's name in her heart. He was an untouchable superstar that everyone looked up to; in fact, he possessed a presence which even some of the most famous celebrities couldn't compare to. He was more attractive than anyone else, and tonight he would appear at the same event as his wife for the first time, even though...

...no one actually knew they were married.

"In a moment, the person that will be making an appearance..."

The host only started speaking, yet below the stage, the crowd was already cheering loudly. The host smiled, waiting for everyone to quiet down, before continuing "...he is more popular than any superstar or even famous celebrity. He is the CEO of Khurana Entertainment, Moksh!"

As soon as the host's words left his mouth, Moksh appeared from behind the stage. Under the spotlight, his sculpted body looked even more perfect and built. Most importantly, the presence he exuded was similar to that of a king; it was like he was born to stand intimidatingly where no one could reach...

Moksh swept his gaze across the hall before spotting Pratiksha; their eyes met. Their feelings for each other were quickly expressed through their gaze, but it only lasted 2 seconds before Moksh quickly glanced away.

"President Moksh, please speak," the host welcomed him to the stage.

Moksh's eyes twinkled; the mole on his right earlobe was magnificent like obsidian, "Khurana's door has always been open to winners."

Moksh only said one simple sentence - one very simple sentence - and it was enough to tell everyone one honest truth: Khurana only accepted powerful artists. At the same time, he also gave Khurana's artist's an affirmation: they were the top of their game because behind them was Khurana Entertainment - an undefeated legend of the industry...

Hearing these words, Pratiksha also understood, this was encouragement from Moksh. Only after she becomes the most powerful, would she be able to stand wherever she wanted.

"Ohhh...Our President Moksh's suit color matches that of Pratiksha's." Pratiksha's dress was imprinted in the host's memory; especially since she was seated just below them on the right; a quick glance made the comparison even more obvious.

So, after seeing Moksh wearing clothes in a similar color group, he couldn't help but point it out.

Pratiksha did not expect her name to be called out. After being stunned for a few seconds, she quickly stood up and smiled, "It is my honor."

Everyone knew Moksh hated artists that rode on others coattails, so they wondered whether Pratiksha's outfit meant she had deliberately inquired about Moksh's outfit to create hype?

Those below the stage waited for Moksh's reaction and for Pratiksha to be humiliated...